The wheels rolled over the parched land, kicking up clouds of desolate dust.
Under the personal escort of Brennan "Iron Bull," one of the twelve heads of the Green Forest Army, the grand "pilgrimage" army advanced towards Sparrow Wood Territory.
As soon as the crowd entered Sparrow Wood Territory, the air was filled with a decaying scent that seemed visible to the naked eye.
The refugees' faces were marked with terror, clearly not expecting Sparrow Wood Territory near Twilight City to be worse than their hometowns.
Yet the soldiers with green turbans seemed indifferent; for one, they had just drunk and feasted, and for another, the scenery was not the most desolate they'd seen.
Surveying the surroundings, Hog's mouth curved into a sarcastic smile.
"Someone told me they are the Rebel Army, so why does it look like locusts have ravaged the places they pass through."
With divine protection, he naturally wasn't afraid of this rebel leader.
